Chapter 117: Defeat every enemy and win every battle! [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!] Zhao Weihong had never seen this thing before. If he didn't know Fang Haoran, he would never have prepared inedible food for them. Zhao Weihong almost doubted whether the kitchen staff had scooped up a few spoonfuls of "soil" and sent it over! However, the color of this "soil" looks good, golden, a bit like the northern specialty snack oil tea noodles, exuding the aroma of cereals. But oil tea noodles should be eaten with hot water. It's so cold and there's no hot water. Are we supposed to grab the fruits and stuff them directly into our mouths? "Can I eat it?" "I think you just have too many good days!" "Good food, what can't you eat?" After scolding the new recruits who looked embarrassed nearby, Fang Haoran took the lead, grabbed a handful of "soil" with his hands and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully while squinting his eyes, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy. Seeing this, Zhao Weihong hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a handful of "soil" and put it into his mouth.
As soon as it entered his mouth, Zhao Weihong's face changed! This "soil" looks delicate, but its taste is very rough. In an instant, all the water in Zhao Weihong's mouth was taken away by it in a very domineering way. The more he chewed, the drier it became. Zhao Weihong had to quickly unscrew the kettle with one hand and take a big gulp of warm water that had not yet frozen. Only then did he swallow the food in his mouth with great effort. To Zhao Weihong's surprise, the taste of this "earth" was quite good, at least it was not unpalatable. But the horrible taste is really hard to swallow. Even though Zhao Weihong was a big foodie and her stomach was growling with hunger. But I couldn't muster up the courage to take another bite. "what about the taste?" Hearing this, Zhao Weihong looked up with a little surprise, and saw Fang Haoran's big face coming over at some point, looking at her with a smile. After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Weihong decided to tell the truth. “The taste is okay.” "It's just a little too dry and hard to eat." "Haha, it seems like you had a hard time at home, too." “The evaluation is quite high?” "Look at the others. Asking them to eat fried noodles is like asking for their lives!" This thing is called fried noodles? Zhao Weihong lowered her head, lost in thought. She really couldn't connect this lump of "soil" with a terrible taste with the sour, sweet, salty, fragrant, silky and appetizing fried noodles in her memory. Look at the other recruits, a mouthful of fried noodles goes in their mouths as if they are taking poison, their facial expressions are so ferocious, and they chew for a long time before swallowing it with difficulty, eating with a spirit of ready to die! If they didn't have the squad leaders standing by and watching them closely. The new recruits must spit out the fried noodles in their mouths!
It’s so unpalatable! Many people just try it briefly and refuse to continue after taking a bite. They would rather go hungry than experience the dry taste of fried noodles again. But this was the breakfast that the kitchen staff had worked hard for half the night to prepare for them. It’s not up to them whether to eat or not! "Hurry up! Is it so troublesome to eat a meal?" "Hurry up and finish eating, we have to keep going!" "No one is allowed to waste anything. You must eat everything cleanly!" "What? Do you want me to put it in your mouth?" "." Faced with the squad leader's threats and inducements, the recruits had no choice but to bite the bullet and start to taste this meal that they were destined to never forget. Occasionally, someone can’t swallow it and vomits all over the floor with a “wow” sound. The squad leader would then bring new fried noodles and order him to continue eating with an expressionless face. Seeing this, the recruits didn't even dare to spit, and they all stuffed handfuls of fried noodles into their mouths with sad faces, hoping to end this "torture" as soon as possible. "Humph." Take in all the recruits' reactions. Fang Haoran snorted coldly without knowing what the meaning was, turned around and looked at Zhao Weihong, who was frowning and putting handfuls of fried noodles into her mouth, and suddenly forced a smile on his face. "Come, Wei Hong, I'll teach you a new way to eat it." As he spoke, Fang Haoran picked up the kettle and poured some water into his portion of fried noodles. That's right. The entire recruit camp, from top to bottom, ate fried noodles for this meal, without exception. It was precisely because the squad leaders and cadres were all eating the same food that none of the new recruits became angry. If it were really like some brainless TV dramas that claim to be about "military life" but actually try every possible means to talk about love. The new recruits were given fried noodles, while the squad leaders and cadres were having a very normal breakfast. I guess some of the new recruits have already stood up in anger and yelled, "I don't want to eat it!" The recruits are not stupid. It can be guessed that this breakfast, like the training march they are currently doing, is probably part of their training. Since the squad leader is eating the same food as them, what else can they say? Just eat it! Two months of training is enough to make those so-called "thorns" tone down their edges.
Under the watchful eyes of Zhao Weihong, Fang Haoran started working directly and quickly kneaded the fried noodles soaked in water into long strips of dough. "." Somehow, Zhao Weihong always felt that Fang Haoran's cooking made the fried noodles look even worse, making them completely unappetizing. But Fang Haoran was completely unaware of this. He grabbed the dough and put it directly into his mouth, and soon finished all the fried noodles. "Try it, it's much faster to eat this way!" "If we really have to fight, how can we have time to grab handfuls of food for you to eat?" "Yes! After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Weihong also imitated Fang Haoran and kneaded the fried noodles into a ball. You know what, this method is quite effective! Although the appearance is quite different, it solves the problem of dry fried noodles in the mouth. Zhao Weihong took the kettle, took a sip of fried noodles and sipped water, and soon finished the fried noodles. "This method is quite effective." "Battalion Commander, does our regiment often eat this fried noodles?" “I don’t eat much now.” Fang Haoran stood up on his knees and spoke to Zhao Weihong in a meaningful manner. “I used to eat it every day.” "And this method was also passed down by the elders in the group." "Do you think it's useful?" Seeing Zhao Weihong nodded, Fang Haoran suddenly laughed heartily. "The method passed down from the battlefield!" “How can it not work?” Hearing this, Zhao Weihong blinked, opened her mouth slightly, and her face was full of visible shock! Seeing this, Fang Haoran smiled slightly, knowing that Zhao Weihong had guessed the "truth", he stopped talking, picked up the walkie-talkie, and spoke in a very majestic voice. "Have you finished eating?" "We finished our meal in one go." "The second meal is finished" "." After all the companies responded "dinner is over" over the intercom. Fang Haoran asked another question to all the recruits. "Is this fried noodles delicious?" In the valley, there was a sudden response like a tsunami, shaking the nearby treetops slightly, and white snow fell to the ground.
"good to eat!" At this time, no one dared to say that it was unpalatable, for fear that Fang Haoran, the sixth brother, would make them eat it again. But Fang Haoran was obviously dissatisfied with this answer. "Delicious? Bullshit!" "Aren't steamed buns much more delicious than this?" New recruits: “.” "I'll ask you again, is it hard to eat?" This time, the recruits finally roared from the bottom of their hearts! "It tastes bad!" "Haha, you finally told the truth." Hearing this, the recruits were suddenly shocked and felt something was wrong! But Fang Haoran did not do what the recruits expected and said, "If it tastes bad, just eat more. You will get used to it after eating it for a while." Instead, he remained silent for a long time before continuing to speak, his voice gradually becoming more excited. "What you just ate was the rations that our regiment relied on to survive on the battlefield!" "Not only you, I also think this fried noodles tastes terrible." "It can't compare to the steamed buns we eat!" "But even though this food is so unpalatable, our regiment has been eating it for months on the battlefield, and we can't even eat it if we want to!" "They say one mouthful of fried noodles and one mouthful of snow, but our group history remembers it clearly!" “Many times, there is no fried noodles, only snow!” The valley suddenly became quiet. The recruits couldn't help but recall the taste of fried noodles. The more I recall, the more bitter my heart becomes. Since being awarded the rank, all the recruits, without exception, believed that they had become soldiers. But if you put yourself in their shoes, if they were asked to rely on this inedible fried noodles to fill their stomachs all day, the recruits would feel that they would not be able to hold out for long. This thing is okay to eat occasionally. But if they eat the same thing three times a day, the recruits feel that they might be driven crazy by the fried noodles! Not to mention fighting on the battlefield! And from what Fang Haoran said, the predecessors of the 347th Regiment who had fought through life and death often could not even afford a bite of fried noodles and could only rely on eating snow to fill their stomachs! "Even so, our group is still invincible!" Fang Haoran's voice was a little trembling, but anyone could hear the pride in his tone! "In the enemy's mouth, our 347th Regiment is their nightmare!"
"To this day, the battles fought by our 347th Regiment are still preserved in their military textbooks and are studied repeatedly by them!" "Defeat every enemy and win every battle!" "No matter what kind of enemy we face, no matter how difficult the task is, our 347th Regiment will always achieve final victory!" "Look at the uniforms you are wearing, and touch the ranks on your shoulders!" “Ask yourself again, can you do these eight words now?” "Can we eat fried noodles that you think are very unpalatable and make the world's most powerful country at that time fear the fighting power of our group?" Having said that, Fang Haoran let out a long sigh, turned around to look at Zhao Weihong, and also looked at the military flag in Zhao Weihong's hand. The reputation and legend of this flag were created in blood and fire, with lives! This flag carries the history of the 347th Regiment, as well as the blood, sweat, and tears of generations of people in the Regiment. Although now, there is a soldier who can carry this military flag and shoulder the name of "347th Regiment"! But this is not enough. What Fang Haoran wants is for all the recruits to be able to complete the transformation from body to soul in this "pilgrimage"! I don't ask them to be on par with Zhao Weihong. But at least. There should be three points of Zhao Weihong's "inside"! "Keep training!" The first update of today is here! There will be at least two more updates later, but the next ones will probably be updated in the early morning. I apologize for that, dear readers! Dongliu is working hard to adjust his work and rest schedule, please rest assured that there will be at least three updates! Continue to ask for monthly votes! (End of this chapter)